Bob's Bearclaw Bakery deserves the accolades most reviewers here have given it. I'm really sorry two people felt the need to give it one star, and I'm truly dumbfounded that they felt that's what it deserved. In my book, this was one of the best breakfasts I've ever eaten!
Yes, it's a small place. And to say it's eclectic is a bit of an understatement. At one point during our meal, the sheriff walked in (maybe he was a State Trooper?) and he and the owner walked behind the counter of what looked like an auto parts/snowmobile gear/winter rescue store (albeit, on a very small scale), and were looking at some papers. Meanwhile, over in the kitchen, we noted regular customers helping bus tables, dumping garbage in the garbage can, stacking plates by the sink where they were being hand washed, etc.
All that added to the charm -- to say nothing of the killer French toast! If you're in San Diego, you must have breakfast at the Brockton Villa overlooking the ocean. But if you're NOT in San Diego, stop at Bob's Bearclaw Bakery and get their French toast. Oh, my goodness!
In one sense, breakfast can be the most difficult meal for a chef. We each have our own preferences -- what does "over medium" mean to you, vs. someone else? -- and there's some deep emotional attachment to getting our day started with the right meal. In our case, three different definitions of the doneness of bacon were honored, three different kinds of eggs were prepared properly, and did I mention the French toast?
So, yes. Just yes. If you're spending the night in Cooke City, go to Bob's Bearclaw Bakery. Get there early, though; our stomachs did a backflip when the people in front of us nabbed the last two cinnamon rolls!
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